Simple Exchange of Words

It had been a simple exchange of words as Tommy mentioned the hotel behind them. She took his hand and led him across the street. Once in the room, Tommy drew the curtains shut while she sat down on the edge of the bed, her shoes off and bare toes pushing against the thin carpet. Alyson bit her lip and cringed at the sound of the metal rings scraping across the rod that held them up. She didn’t like curtains.

“You want the light on?” Tommy asked. He watched Alyson shake her head no.

And so the room had remained dark.